I seriously doubt there is something wrong with my Chaldea

I don't know why she changed her name. It may have something to do with her own living habits, so I understand, because I am also a god who is misunderstood by friends because I am not understood.

She was surprised by my understanding, and I also let her see my incomparably superb forging skills of gods. We are both gods that are not understood by others, so we have a common topic and become friends.

Theia came to me to create a set of strange clothes-like armor, some of the materials were made by her, after seeing the rare ones that can only be seen in the golden age led by Cronus, the head of the Titan gods After receiving the materials, I was extremely shocked and pleasantly surprised, and combined with the data she provided, it took more than a year to create a set of armor that surpassed all my previous works.

It's not so much armor as it is clothing, so I call it a battle suit.

Judging from the data, this is not for Theia's own use, but for other people, such as humans.

The inside of the battle suit is depicted with many true ether energy conversion techniques used by the Titans, big and small. Even the gods who have lost their mechanistic bodies cannot use such techniques, so it is very likely that Theia for human use.

As for who is Theia for and why should I make such a suit, from my personal point of view, I have no way of asking.

As a friend with common topics and opinions, I know what it feels like to be judged casually by others, so I chose to remain silent.

And Theia gave me most of the Titan Protoss true ether conversion spells in the battle suit as a gift, which is a great gift for me who has devoted my life to forging.

I can forge artifacts, and forging extremely ordinary farm tools is even easier for me, but what about artifacts that ordinary people can use?

For me, this has always been a proposition that cannot be perfectly answered.

But with the technique given to me by Theia, everything has been resolved. In the future, even ordinary humans without a trace of divine blood can normally drive and use the artifacts I forge through magic power.

This is a milestone on my path, another great honor for me as a forger.

hum ---

Suddenly, in the depths of the temple, on the hot and bubbling magma pool, a beautiful figure descended.

boom----

In addition to the breathtakingly beautiful goddess, there was also a large group of thick strips that she casually threw beside the magma pool like trash.

"Hephaestus? Are you awake?"

Theia sat casually in mid-air, her plump, round and gracefully curved thighs were crossed together, and her legs were turned into two legs. She didn't say much if she didn't get a quick response. Anyway, she's not in a hurry now, and it's okay to wait for a while. no.

Theia is a person who is extremely old-fashioned and even pedantic in some respects...or a goddess.

For example, in the entire Olympus pantheon, there are not many people worthy of her eyes. Zeus, who is the strongest, is one, and the god of fire and forging is another.

Theia is not the kind of person who has no brains and only fights. If you really have something worth noting in her eyes, then it will be easy to break her inherent concept of you.

Hephaestus is, compared to other Olympus gods, his power is definitely not top-notch. It is not an exaggeration to say that Athena is not a problem for spinning two Hephaestus with one hand.

But his forging technology has reached the pinnacle. He forged artifacts that wield the power of gods. He is also a skilled craftsman. Apart from forging weapons, temples and utensils are just as easy for him.

At least Theia realized that it was absolutely impossible for him to achieve the superb forging technology of Hephaestus.

Therefore, she did not call Hephaestus the son of Zeus, but called him by his first name.

This is respect for the capable.

Otherwise, Theia would not have become friends with him.

"Oh——I heard, I heard, are you here to get something?"

My few friends came from afar, and Hephaestus would not stay in bed. The middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair made by himself slowly approached the goddess in mid-air from the side of the magma pool. , but was blocked by that group of things on this side of the road.

"what is this?"

Vulcan touched the hard black scales on the thing's body, which reflected a magnificent luster, and asked.

"The materials randomly picked up from a lake, if you don't deal with them, the toxins in this thing may completely turn it into a deadly place. It's not for nothing."

"Hmph—Hydra can be said to be a material picked up anywhere, forget it, so I will take half of the remaining blood on it."

"Have you started negotiating conditions before asking you to do anything?"

"Then you gave me the whole Hydra? I don't remember you being so generous."

"Did I give you my previous technique for nothing?"

"Okay, okay...you are soft on people, but short on people, what are you going to do with animals?"

Hephaestus stopped joking and asked seriously.

"Well... just make a walking stick, I'll make it myself, and you can help prevent me from breaking it."

"Where did you come up with such a wonderful idea? Or do you think that a god is nothing?"

The corner of Hephaestus's mouth twitched a little. Although the monster in front of him looked like a monster, from another perspective it was a real god, the son of Typhon.

"What's wrong with the gods, it's an honor to be transformed into a divine weapon by my hands! If it doesn't look good, the mere son of Typhon deserves to be touched by my hands?"

Theia said incomparably coldly, with the majesty of an ancient goddess in her pale golden eyes.

"Okay, so you want to go see [that] first?"

"It's ready? This is faster than I thought."

This Theia was a little surprised. In fact, she was not in a hurry. It doesn't matter when the thing is ready, as long as Hephaestus really pours everything he needs into it and completes it. It doesn't matter how much time it takes.

Time, Theia can afford it.

It doesn’t matter for a year, ten years, or a hundred years, as long as Theia doesn’t have that intention, even if she lifts the seal of Tartaros, she should be obediently. .

As for others not being able to wait... then what does it matter to her?Since she has to wait, others have to wait with her honestly.

"Hmph, as a blacksmith, the quality of the work is one aspect, and the time to complete the work is also another aspect. I am not a third-rate blacksmith—I want artifacts, efficiency, and everything!"

The muscular Hephaestus snapped and clenched his fist.

"As expected of what you can say..."

Theia shook her head, sighing uncontrollably.

"Hmm...? Then what did you say that I wouldn't say?"

As friends, Hephaestus and Theia also had some topics to talk about. For example, Vulcan, who was usually unsmiling, couldn't help but tease him at this time.

"Well... Let me think about it... For example, to talk to your beautiful wife? There is no need to talk about those twists and turns, and a little straight ball is fine."

Theia said with a slightly weird expression.

Hephaestus: "..."

"...You didn't come to mock me, did you?"

Vulcan stroked his chin, looking suspicious.

"...Let's see."

"This...it's different! You don't understand! I'm a blacksmith! Can blacksmiths be related to things like talking about love?!"

"The goddess will only affect my forging speed!"

"The most important thing to leave when swinging a hammer is emotion, and what is important is to be single-minded."

Hephaestus Yiji blushed, arguing under the gaze of the goddess.

And the gaze in Theia's eyes was already filled with the meaning of "really, I'm listening".

"Hmm... but if you spend half of your forging thoughts on Aphrodite, she won't live apart from you, right?"

As a bystander, Theia saw clearly, she said.

"Ugh……"

Hephaestus sighed resignedly, not wanting to take up this topic at all.

"Forget it, I'm not a person who is used to sweet talk like Apollo, and Aphrodite would not want to spend more time with a lame blacksmith... It's useless to say that, it's better to hammer and forge a few pieces of divine iron .”

"You don't even have the guts to contact her again, so how can you talk about reconciling with her? And how do you know that she really doesn't like you?"

Theia's analysis hit the nail on the head, and with her personality, she certainly couldn't just sit back and watch Hephaestus's emotionally cowardly behavior.

"...Okay, I'd better take you to see what you want."

The God of Fire and Forging was silent for a moment, selectively ignoring the topic, and led Theia to look at the battle suit as soon as the wheelchair turned.

"You...forget it."

Theia was a little helpless, why is this guy so cowardly, shouldn't he go directly to A at a time like this?

Forget it, let him see what this kind of operation is called if there is a chance.

looks great!Study well!

The Vulcan turned the switch next to the temple, and the forging area where they were located sank deeper into the ground, as if the bottom was leading to the bottom of the abyss. There was not a very strong sense of weightlessness, and then disappeared quickly.

A black corridor appeared in front of him.

Vulcan's wheelchair slowly led Theia through the dark corridor, and the faint lights slowly lit up both sides until the end.

At the end of the corridor, in a huge crystal cultivation tank, the body is as bright as moonlight, and the colloid-like tights are full of ancient patterns, and the delicate parts are directly embedded in the bottom, which outlines a simple warfare. A prototype.

It's just that on both sides of the elbows, behind the knees, on the nape of the neck, and on the back, there are gaps like two joints side by side, which is a bit weird.

"It has been produced, but it has not yet been named."

Vulcan signaled to the ancient goddess beside him to name her armor.

"Let's call it [Hyperion], something that can always protect him."

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"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just a coincidence that we met at this time."

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Chapter 110 Seven: What is your relationship with her?

"Cuckoo..."

"Well, I know I know."

In the dense bushes, Lixiang nodded, and then turned her gaze to the huge temple in front of her.

"Should we knock first?"

Lixiang walked to the front of the temple and knocked lightly on the door, "Hello, is anyone there?"

"------"

No answer, or no answer now is normal.

"Cuckoo."

The white owl flapped its wings, as if laughing at someone's stupidity.

Lixiang stroked the owl's head expressionlessly, brushing the snow-white feathers with her delicate fingertips, and the pure white owl narrowed her eyes, although she resisted this kind of behavior that made her look intimidating, But really comfortable.

It is estimated that she is the only god who can enjoy head-touching every day...

She originally wanted to yell and refuse, but the boy's head-touching attack in front of her was too fragrant.

Anyway, it is an owl that is being slapped now, what does it have to do with Athena, the goddess of wisdom and victory.

boom----

But not long after, the stone gate of the temple in front of the boy opened, and a pretty girl walked up to him slowly and saluted him.

"Dear hero, Theiasius, welcome to the residence of Hephaestus. May I ask what is your need for coming here?"

"No...it's nothing, I just want to meet Hephaestus, is that okay?"

"Sorry, respected Theaseus, the God of Fire and Forging is busy right now, and may not be able to see you right now."

The girl was very polite and even said mechanically.

"If you don't mind, please wait in the temple for a while."

As she said that, she took a step away from Lixiang slightly, giving the boy the way to enter the temple.

"Um...thank you."

His eyes swept over the girl, and the boy nodded slightly.